Wise Men of Washington – A Poem

Majid Ali, M.D.

A Poem From My Book Drone Democracy


Wise Men of Washington

Who is a Talib?

Politicians on the Hill know,

Talk of terror,

Keeps fear aflow.


Wise men in Washington,

For peace, they pray.

Human flesh, dripping blood,

War hawks in prey.


Freezing infants,

Too numb to whimper.

Children with open sores,

Mothers lost, eyes sunken,

In despair.


Afghan women, dark, lifeless,

Squatting in dirt, pride long gone.

“Winning hearts and minds”,

Warriors of Pentagon.


Nerds with joy sticks in Nevada,

Raining bombs on Afghansitan.

Drone democracy enforced,

With missiles in Pakistan.


Dead Pushtuns,

Decomposing in slimes.

Spewing compassion,

Columnists of The New York Times.


Who is a Talib?

Talib is singular for Taliban. Who is a Talib? Who is not a Talib? Eight years ago, these questions could not have been answered by my wife and daughter when they traveled extensively through Swat valley and other areas in the larger Afghan-Pak region. Then two women could travel there in complete safety and with full freedom, What a difference a war on terror of the deluded can make!

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Dr. Ali’s Poetry

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Drone Democracy Poem

Majid Ali, M.D.

Drone Democracy Poem


A glistening speck,

Lit by a burning sun.

Miles below,

Bare-footed children,

Dirt, rocks, and fun.


And then,

Out of a crater,

Little limbs fly,

Of children blown,

By a missile from a drone.

Red-tan shredded brain,

Peeping through smashed bones,

Toddlers’ flesh,

Smeared on dry stones.


Dazed mothers search

For pieces of children,

In a devil’s douse,

Far, far,

Far, from the White House.

Can you hear them?

Can you hear their silent screams?

Drone democracy maker,

Can you?


Your charisma,

Smashing smile,

Your vision mystifying,

Your words electrifying,

Your stellar speechifying,

Your minions chant,

Man,

Yes, we can,

But,

How deep are you, brother?

How true are you, brother?

The empire’s caretaker.

How deep? How true?


All wars are

Wars against children.

Do you know that, professor?

The oppressed

Become the oppressor,

Do you see that, professor?

Who will be oppressed next?

Can you guess, professor?

What will be the pretext?

Of the new oppressor?

Can you assess, professor?

Can you?

The empire’s peacemaker.


How true is your devotion,

To the homeless?

To the voiceless?

To the hopeless?

To little girls,

whom you made fatherless?

How true is your devotion?

The Empire undertaker,

How true?


In a land of tormented silence,

Of killers’ prominence.

Despair delivered by drones,

Of full spectrum dominance.

A world enchanted

by your eloquence.

But does that hide

the stench of  death,

your eminence?

The empire’s fear trader.

Does it?


Your celebrated passion,

For audacity of hope.

For the change,

We can believe in,

Your commitment,

To the rule of law,

To constitution’s claw.

But, is there

A soul for justice?

The empire’s judicial faker?

Is there?


Do you see the broken babies?

Do you see chunks of children?

Mutilated men?

Weeping women?

Do you see them?

The empire’s freedom fighter?

Do you?


Is there a heart?

Is there a soul?

Is there?

Drone democracy maker?

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In 1997,  Britain lost Hong Kong, its last major colony. That was the centennial year of the time when the British poet, Rudyard Kipling, wrote the following:

Far-called, our navies melt away,

On dunes and headlands sinks the fire;

Lo, all our pomp of yesterday

Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!

Just a little history lesson for you, professor.


Nineveh and Tyre were two ancient cities. Nineveh (612 BC) was located where the present day Mosul, Iraq, is. In the reign of King Assurbanipal, its library contained an estimated 20,000 cuneiform tablets. Tyre (around 1400 B.C.) Was built on an island off the coast of present Lebanon. In 333 B.C. it was sacked by Alexander, the Sick.

Lashes – A Poem from Drone Democracy

Majid Ali, M.D.

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Lashes
Kill me, kill me,
Words escape yelping lips.
Male knees unyielding dig deep,
Into yielding female hips.

Her face buried in dirt, by
One of high and noble birth.
Her spread legs pinned to the rock, by
A holy man of mighty girth.


 Sacred faith flashed,
In a cold killers’ den
A 17-year-old lashed,
By bearded pious men.

No, no! not punishment,
Only a teachable moment.
Male judge, male jurors exhort,
Repent, O daughter of Islam,
Repent, repent, repent.


 Screams of a girl in burqa,
A circle of deaf men in taqwa,*
Justice so delivered
By Shariah’s fatwa.
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*Taqwa is an Arabic word for the highest form of piety and enlightenment.
 In early 2009, a Swati teenager was accused of impiety. Two bearded pious men held her, face down in the dirt, while the third bearded pious man lashed her thirty-four times. She begged to be killed as other bearded pious men stood in a circle, savoring the application of Sharia law in Pakistan. What a difference eight years can make! What might the future hold for the oppressed of these lands?
 By some accounts, over three hundred schools for girls have been blown up in northwestern Pakistan. In Afghanistan, tactics used to keep girls out of schools included burning their faces with acids.

Stronger Hereditary Force of Men, Really?

Majid Ali, M.D.

Of all the ways in which men have suppressed, the ill-conceived notions of pseudoscientsits stand out. Here is an example: In 1883, US zoologist William K. Brooks in The Law of asserted that men exerted a stronger hereditary force on children than women did. That suited well the men of religion (and mostly philosophy as well) of his time. Women were not allowed to challenge male opinions from self-annointed male judges.

There were rare challenges to the idea of stronger heredity force of men, mostly from men. One notable example of this was the 19th-century German biologist August Weismann.


I suggest my article entitled “Africa – the Mother of Medicine” for my larger point.

 

My Life a Poem

Majid Ali, M.D.

A Letter from a Reader


What Is Poetry?


March 27, 2015

Dr. Ali,
 
Having spent the summer before I entered College in Greece, my ancestral home, I was smitten by the Classical culture I encountered there and, therefore, decided that I wanted to be an archaeologist.  So, I earned a BA degree in Classical Languages–Greek and Latin.  I went on and earned a Masters in Rare Book Librarianship and worked at Yale’s Rare Book and Manuscript Library for a number of years.  I was slated to go to Oxford University to get  D.Phil degree, but had a very prescient dream a few months before I was about to go. In the dream I saw myself all alone as a skeleton covered and surrounded by cobwebs in a cubbyhole in an ancient library.  It was very creepy and a very visceral message to me to not pursue these studies anymore.
 
Instead I chose to discover once and for all whether God existed or not.  So, I traveled far and wide, internally and externally, only to find that God was, in fact, within me–He/She wasn’t out there anywhere–but I did gather many interesting stories and adventures on my journeys. 🙂
 
Ever since I was a child I was fascinated with the inner deeper meaning of words and am still to this day.  Somewhere in my early 20’s I was writing poetry and it dawned on me to find out the etymology of the word poem or poetry.  So, I looked in an old version of a Classical Greek Lexicon and found that the root for poem/poetry is ποιεω.  And that ποιεω means to make, do, or create.  But that seemed a bit superficial to me.  So, I  dug deeper and found that in the earliest uses of the word ποιεω it means to do, make,  bring into existence  or create something holy.  That really resonated with me. Actually in Hesiod’s Theogony, the oldest extant piece of literature in Western world, the Creator is referred to as  ο  ποιω ν.
 
So, I decided at that point that I wanted to be a “poet” and make my life a “poem.”  In other words I wanted my life and actions to be ones that create something holy/sacred and I wanted to become someone who experienced the holiness and sacredness of life.  So…. I am still working on it–a piece of art in progress is often rough around the edges, still but beautiful within.  Regardless, it’s been a very worthwhile journey.
 
Hope this is helpful.
 
Blessings and Peace,
 
John or Yanni. M

Religion of Rift Valley Women

 

Majid Ali, M.D.

Once mothers worshipped differently. They helped their children to make sense of life – of people and things around them. When the children grew up, the mothers helped them understand their rightful place in the tribe as well as their responsibilities. That was their religion. That was the first religion of women of the Rift valley in East Africa. That was the beginning of authentic religion.


Then appeared the great nontheistic, monotheistic, and polytheistic religions of the world ushered by men. These men of fought ferociously hard among themselves to prove whose Gods were more powerful than whose gods. These fights also generated a distinctive tenet of the religion of early men which the religion of Rift Valley women did not have: fear.


On the subject of fear, here is some text from my article entitled Africa – the Mother of Medicine: ” female dieties were assigned crucial roles of life-givers, life-sustainers, and nurturers while male dieties were often warriors and destroyers; and (4) the transition from primarily matriarchal to patriarchal social mores occurred in Egypt and Greece long after the evolution of far more insightful, humane, just, and enlightened thought in earlier African times. (for more on the subject, see the related article entitled “Africa – the Mother of Medicine” at this site.


Men also, for unknown reasons, found it necessary to separate people into two orders, one higher for themselves and the other lower for women. Also, for reasons I do not understand, women submitted to those two orders. However, women for reasons that are easy to understand never completely surrendered their first religion to the later religions of their men.


The writers on comparative religions of the world now usually dismiss the religion of Rift Valley women as “primal” – not quite real, let alone authentic. These writers have little, if any, interest in Rift Valley religion.

It is interesting that mothers of our time are not any more impressed by the superiority claims of their men in matters of religion than the Rift valley women were of the religious claims of their men.


Suggested Reading:

Africa – the Mother of Medicine

What Would Sorates Tell Doctors Today?

Majid Ali, M.D.

Under the Socratic Glow

I expect my readers to disagree with me—and not to read this volume uncritically. In some ways, my view of the nature of disease and the healing phenomena should surprise and trouble them. More importantly, some of my observations of and reflections about the sick and sickness should surprise and trouble them about their own notions of diseases and treatments. If and when that happens, all my efforts in writing this book would have been of avail.


About the emergence of rational thought during human evolution in the first peoples*— whoever they were and wherever they lived—it seems safe to say two things:

First, they reasoned with what they observed and later imagined about; and

Second, they thought that others needed to do the same on their own.


Socrates was into justice. He was among the ‘first naughties’ of rational thought. He exhorted that everything was fair game for his inquiry—no customs and beliefs, not even the reigning deities, were immune to his questions. His pupils also had to have ‘inquiring minds.’ He is best remembered for his naughty claim that he had nothing positive to offer. But whom did he fool? His fabled questions had but one quest: consciousness of one’s soul—how one might live one’s life and be just to others, how to be true to one’s soul. Soctrates’ questions were his most elegant answers.


I am among Socrates’s latter-day pupils. I am preoccupied with an unending stream of questions about justice too—about justice for every fourth Bronx child who carries an inhaler to school. And justice for every eleventh American child who is fed Ritalin at school. Justice for every ninth teenager I see who lives on antibiotics and sugar and is prescribed synthetic carcinogenic hormones for menstrual difficulties. Justice for people who are crippled by steroids administered for autoimmune disorders before any efforts are made to address the relevant ecologic and nutritional issues. And justice for those with Crohn’s colitis and rheumatoid arthritis for whom chemotherapy drugs are paid for, but their insurance carriers adamantly refuse to cover nutritional and ecologic therapies.


I have questions about why coronary heart disease was so rare among the native Alaskans before we sent them our sugar, alcohol, and TV. And why that disease is rampant there now. I have questions of justice about women whose hearts healed and who now live free of fear after living with the terror of their closed-off coronary stents. And for justice for men who now live with the Socratic message and with healthy hearts—and without cardiac drugs—years after their coronary bypass operations had failed and their blocker drugs had ceased to work.


I have questions about justice for those persons as well as for the sick everywhere who are denied safe and effective therapies simply because the authorities chose to ban those treatment methods. And for justice for the physicians who live in fear of revoked licenses when they seek alternatives to toxic blocker drugs and unnecessary surgery.


Socrates was preoccupied with his questions of justice. This pupil of his is preoccupied with his questions of injustice. I ask why I cannot offer hyperthermia treatment to my patients with large cancers in New York and in New Jersey. Hyperthermia was once legal in our country. Then mysteriously it was banned. A few years ago, a few centers in theUnited States were approved to test the efficacy of hyperthermia for controlling cancer. But those centers do not accept my patients because their ‘criteria are not met.’ Some of my patients are compelled to fly to Germany or China for hyperthermia.

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